Chapter 58: Headaches

Samuel was never failed to be reminded about the technicalities that entail being the first and youngest liaison in the face of the US as he groaned in stress, muttering promises of deactivation of some bot in the name of Jazz. What Jazz had done to the soldiers that laid across him was enough to make him both worry and feel dread as some electrical pulse took them all down. Being secretly a technoorganic or Cybertronian in part composition, he can feel the electrical waves that were still lingering in the air. How Mearing could still stand and think straight as she got exposed to this was both a horrifying and amusing thought. Still, it was a headache for him as he contemplated on how to explain to Ratchet all of this.

And talking about soldiers, Will and the other NEST soldiers came rushing in, almost falling face first from being exposed. Sam winced and wondered if he should turn them away for now. When he did though, they hard headedly stood there with determination fearing that they may have a Decepticon on the liaison's trail.

Everyone who practically reached the large hangar was fast and determined to not let the electrical pulses deter their movements. Not before long, soldiers were readying their guns and bullet to fire, pointing it at the unknown silver mech they have in the hangar. Jazz looked like a threat to them as he held an unconscious soldier in his clawed servos. On the other hand, Optimus and Ironhide were both frozen from their spot as Bumblebee tried to frantically tell the others that the new mech was a friendly. Sam, facepalmed and groaned for the nth time at the scene before him.

Will and a few soldiers had a gnawing feeling that they had seen this mech before but those who hadn't seen the mech or got the same feeling, had their weapons drawn and locked on the new mech. The medics were behind them as they moved towards the row of downed comrades.

In the medbay, the sheet had curled around Sheina as she once again immersed in a nightmare. It was the same as she ran and ran from the blonde woman who was laughing maliciously at her. Her intent was clear as the woman held the gun in her direction but the trigger was never pulled. Despite that, Sheina kept on running away, not looking back or turning to check if she was safe or not.

Everything around her passed in a blur and soon melted away into black, but Sheina didn't pay her surroundings the attention. She didn't really care at all! She just wanted to get the hell away from that demon as far as her feet could. But was she really running away from the woman, or was she also running away for another reason?

She didn't know. She couldn't think. But deep inside, she was screaming and screaming for everything to just stop. Stop all the pain crawling in her; stop the confusion stampeding in her; stop all the hurt, the hope… stop her from living, for all she knew!

Sheina didn't know how, but all too soon, she tripped, crashed forward into a roll before stopping with a slide to the ground. Her eyes were unfocused; her body lay numbed but her mind raced and kept running… mentally, she knew that she was deteriorating.

Without movement, she let the coldness of the ground sooth her… welcoming the cold as if it were one of her friends, like loneliness and silence around her. But it wasn't enough to comfort her as her mind ran rampant and asked her of the horrible life and what was presently making her go on and still live whatever lie it has.

Her eyes were already dry so tears couldn't come. Her voice was already hoarse so only a croak could tell of her shout. She was spent from the inside-out that she wanted to turn back time or at the least, make her forget again to live at her worst.

Why that woman couldn't just kill her off like what she had done to the others that time…? Why couldn't that demon just take her life and be done with it –not leave her living the life before running after her being when she was at bliss.

The numbness in her soon faded but left a bitter taste of pain as she tried to turn on her back. With groan, she had her arm over her eyes. Looking at what skin she could see, she knew that she was still alive and can't help dryly laugh at what her thoughts was supplying her. How had she gotten this weak…? She loathsomely wondered.

She was a perfect little plastic doll, doing her job and kept on moving as if others were nothing. Sheina pitied herself as she now realizes how fragile she had gotten and let herself be broken. Remember the person she was, the instances in the past where she would have been seen not caring.

But then, Barricade came… With a silent humorless laugh, she muses. I should have left that piece of slag in the scrap. With that mech's arrival, the Decepticons came and slowly tore down the barriers she had built around herself. They made her human… They made me feel more than what I can… to a point till she lost her memories. Then, there came the Autobots who only enforced what humanity she had been hiding inside. Slagging 'Oen' had to feel necessary to keep on living even if that glitch was born from who I could not be.

Her train of thoughts did not halt, from the birth of Oen, to finding out that the Cybertronian War was just a whole big misunderstanding! Then, the whole government being run around by a killer who was Mearing! Sheina let her thoughts feed her till the silence was soon sliced open with her laughed, unrestraint in the open. She did not know what was amusing… Was it her or was it the fact that the world around her was just so frag up? She can't really decide but kept on laughing, slowly dying.

Tremors shook her out of her funk, though. The ground shook like there was an earthquake but she knew better to think otherwise. This one was familiar and made her both painfully amused and messed up. The world could just kill me if it wanted, but no, it wanted me to live and have its fill of what-nots.

It was deeply engraved in Sheina that these tremors… they were made by a Cybertronian. Better get it done than let it start to build up... She dryly mused.

5 long years… That is how long she had been a fool, feeling as if she was loved all the same and been cared for. She kept herself in denial that maybe, she was really something for them, that they needed her. But hah! What do they need from a small, fragile and already unstable minded human? For what lies I had in my head, maybe they just need a test subject to expand their miserable dying specie without the use of that all-powerful cube and to solve their ever growing spite for humans!

Silly… that is what she calls all of this. This was all a fragged up mess and she was put at the brunt of it. But the upside of what had happened is that she was now alright in some aspect. Accepting the fact that she and all her being was nothing but a tool for the world to use from the start and thereafter… With that, Sheina felt a little bit lighter. The feeling was set and all too soon, mentally, Shein, the Decepticon and Oen, the Autobot, were forged into one, no more fighting with one another...

And with all that thinking, she was happy now. But she yelped as she found herself airborne in the plain of white. She hadn't realized that everything around her was bright again.

"Lil' Spark…" She didn't see the mech move his mouth plates but she did realize another thing… That she was not at all dreaming at that moment! She was in the medbay from what she could gather from the familiar scent of solder and antiseptics. She was held by the familiar visored silver mech that made her want to start running all over again.

A sinking feeling was made known to her as she couldn't really mask her horror through the bond –she had realized was there- they shared. It crept till it was laid open on her face. The monitors that were attached to her being soon beeped loudly as the fluctuations within the screen went haywire. It was bad for her heart –or spark- and some other realized it too as Ratchet came stomping in with a yell. Wheeljack was just right behind the medic, dragging a fallen Mirage that they had thankfully gotten out of his invisibility shield.

All of the newcomers were alarmed as the monitors suddenly fritz or exploded and the patches of black that covered on the girl suddenly grew even bigger all over and out of the bandages that were supposed to hide them till further.

"Jazz! Get out!" Ratchet shoved the mech to the side as the girl whimpered more. A rush of feelings of fear, shock, want, and confusion was melting her as she eyed herself but if she concentrated enough, Sheina would know better; that the emotions weren't hers but the mech's, as he reached out and called over the bond.

~Lil' spark!~ She heard the other cry, adding to the pain crawling within her.

Agony… agony… she felt her head get lighter and lighter.

"Slag it! Jazz! Stop!" Jazz was struggling in Ratchet's hold. He successfully did and soon had her in his claws, shielding her from other's eyes and servos that wanted to reach her.

~I am not your sparkling!~ She tried to deny the inevitable she knew as she pushed the presence of the mech away. It was getting harder and harder as he held her near his spark. In another klik, feeling the mech's rush of warmth, love, assurance, and kindness, she felt the fight within her leave. Slightly annoyed and amused of her reaction, she slapped the metal chest, hard, before crossing her arms over her own.

Revelling in the new development, she decided to let it go and frag it all. Mentally, Shein could agree more as Oen purred from the feeling of having the mech as a caretaker, earning a glare and revolt from the other.

Sheina thought about this reaction as amusing, the feeling, bleeding to the mech holding her as he queried what is that was making her smile. For the first time, Sheina didn't realize that she was smiling. Amusing… indeed.

Well, what do all think? Was it that of a fast transition for our OC to accept being both Shein and Oen as who is she now? I had fun writing this down after reading the draft. I mean, at first, I was like... What the hell was I thinking when I was reading that but here is a more condensed form of it.

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